a poem

the catalpa trees have begun

to release their blooms

their smell is subtle, simple, and

sweet like rain

if i were a fairy, her white petals

with yellow streaks and purple flecks,

would hold my slumber,

restorative and peaceful and deep

there is a deer in the field,

she is quiet, kind, and beautiful

sometimes we unite,

hearts together

my palms open, her ears twitching

our eyes reciprocating, a love

beyond words

that is true and pure

the worms in the soil are full,

of humus, joy, and being,

they are happy as they are, small, slimy,

but nonetheless -

friendly, playful, squirmy, alive,

not less, only different

these decomposers have souls

just like you and me

there is a home for me at the river

with my mother, the water, the earth,

she flows

without thought or resistance

surrendered to gravity and all of its

implications, through calm and storm

she retains her grace, moving,

always moving,

toward alignment

and harmony and balance,

nourishing the creatures at her banks,

unconditionally, abundantly, maternally -

the birds sing my name,

soft and slicing, their notes

float through the air

like a tune i am remembering

each unique, individual,

intelligent in its own perfect design -

wings that reflect my own

and say, 'it is time to soar my dear'

this poem exists just to be

a poem, for love and beauty,

for flowers, doe, compost, streams, avians,

for the connections between them,

the oneness that is -

the essence of summer, with its warmth and sun

inspiring our world to awaken, to return

to who we truly are

may we rise in the light of source,

i love you.

♡, fin